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thewolfinsideJason stares at the coffee maker, trying to will it into brewing faster. He was an idiot, he knew this. Sugarhighs were stupid. Yeah, he had fun with them, but the crash hurt. Wasn't he just a fucked up little werewolf? He could drink until he was sober, but it was fucking sugar that gave him a hangover. Finally he just switches the pot with a coffee mug and lets it fill, then downs the brew.
He winces when someone makes Ella shriek, closing his eyes. Only thought about doing some work on the laptop for a second before deciding it was a bad idea. He drinks another cup of coffee and then puts the mug in the dishwasher. A quick search of the cabinet for some aspirin, which he swallows dry and then he's heading for the bedroom.
He slips into the bedroom and closes the door behind him. Closes the blinds, pullng the curtains over them, plunging the room into near total darkness. Curls up on the bed, closing his eyes, trying to make the headache go away.
He winces when someone makes Ella shriek, closing his eyes. Only thought about doing some work on the laptop for a second before deciding it was a bad idea. He drinks another cup of coffee and then puts the mug in the dishwasher. A quick search of the cabinet for some aspirin, which he swallows dry and then he's heading for the bedroom.
He slips into the bedroom and closes the door behind him. Closes the blinds, pullng the curtains over them, plunging the room into near total darkness. Curls up on the bed, closing his eyes, trying to make the headache go away.
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Date: 24 Aug 2005 08:55 (UTC)"Mine."
Turning his head, nuzzling at Gabe's neck, whispering softly.
"If you won't leave him alive for me, do it for the one who really is innocent in all of this. Please."